Beach Vendor

Today was our last beach day and we hadn’t counted on a biting north-easterly wind. I felt sorry for this chap, trying to sell his bedspreads on an almost deserted beach.
After Mr P had braved the waves (too chilly for me) we headed off to the Ice Factory, our favourite venue, to enjoy cocktails and listen to a talented Brazilian musician. We followed up with tapas at a new restaurant and then went to the supermarket near our flat to stock up on lots of wine, booze and olive oil to take back to Scotland.